Sunday, 25 May 2008

• memories

  Of an unknown melody that reeks of sadness and bad news. The flop number with no fan following reels and plays on my mind and I hum it, relishing on those memories of our stupendous times.

  Somehow the line “you will walk the underworld deaf and dumb and blind, and the dead will look up on you and laugh, here comes the fool…” seems so apt for the mood. I feel like the dead, I feel like I don’t need to smile, I feel like screaming and crying, but what’s the point in crying, what’s the point wallowing in your own self pity.

  Whenever your memories take me in, whenever I’m lost again, craving that angelic touch, when ever I need to reimburse my soul, I’ll come over, come over to yours and reminiscence the sights of your warmth, your sugar candy taste, I’ll taste your sweetness and go back to be being dead.

  This sweetness however I wish should be relished completely; I guess I’m going to have to live with just memories.  

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